It has to be a place to visit once in your life.
Changes have happened,
Buildings rebuilt
But it is still magical greenwich village.
Remember the names of Dylan Thomas, Allen Ginsberg and
Jack Kerouac and the faded names, remembered
Now but for a few magical time they were here..
The numerous coffee and book shops
Attract me magnetically
As I read with my endless capuccino
In the morning light, the old sidewalks and streets
A memory of New York
I can almost see the spirits of Anais nin and Henry Miller
I think so, I hope so - I came here as a lover to an old friend.
The ghosts of people past which linger in places, and remind US of who we used to be, with lingering desire to bring it all back. Beautifully expressed...
What a fine nostalgic word painting.. Ten for this. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Old is gold...nice nostalgic picture....10